Page 38 of Owned By The Cowboy
“I’m just doing my job.”
“Bullshit. You’re killing me, and you know it.”
She comes back around, and now there’s a smirk on her beautiful face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Right.”
She reaches up to mess with the lapels, her knuckles brushing my chest, and I catch her wrists.
“Careful, princess.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna forget your kids are right down the hall and give you exactly what you’re looking for.”
Her breath catches, and I can see her pulse going crazy in her throat. “They’re doing the dishes. That’s at least ten minutes with Annalise in charge.”
“Ten minutes is nowhere near enough for what I wanna do to you.”
“What do you wanna do to me?”
The question comes out all raspy, and the want in her eyes matches what’s been eating at me all day.
“I want your jeans on the floor,” I say, keeping my voice low. “My mouth all over your fucking perfect body. I want to make you come so hard you scream my fucking name.”
She sways toward me. But then Annalise’s voice carries from the kitchen, asking something about the dishwasher, and we both freeze.
I drop Reggie’s wrists and step back. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
We just stare at each other, both breathing hard, both wanting things we can’t have right now.
“I should finish,” she finally says.
“Yeah.”
She grabs her pins and starts marking where the jacket needs work. Her hands are steady now, all professional, but her breathing’s still hard.
“It won’t take long to fix,” she says. “Maybe an hour.”
“When?” I ask, and she knows exactly what I mean.
“Tomorrow? After the kids leave for school?”
“What time?”
“Nine?”
“I’ll be here.”
She steps back, pupils dilated, grinning up at me. “You can take it off now.”
I pull off the jacket and get my shirt back on while she hangs the suit up carefully.
“All set,” Reggie says, running her palm over my chest.
“Thanks,” I reply, covering her hand with mine, our eyes connected. Smiling at each other like lovesick fools.
